Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog where no one notices the contrast of white on white. And in between the moon and you the angels get a better view of the crumbling difference between wrong and right. I walk in the air between the rain through myself and back again. Where? I don't know.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1874 | 2010-12-28 03:07:47 | 45.54 | |
| 1846 | 2010-12-27 03:51:08 | 47.04 | |
| 726 | 2010-11-22 07:13:20 | 35.71 | |
| 512 | 2010-11-15 04:11:32 | 36.16 |